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Ah Monday, I hardly knew ye.....

Despite having enormous reasons for going fetal this morning, I did not succumb to the urge. You see, at midnight last night I was up roaming the house in search of Nyquil. I was enjoying the Scratchy Throat Pain that causes you to cough until you toss your cookies. Not fun. I was also the lucky recipient of The Cement Nasal Passages Syndrome which was quickly, and quite unexpectedly followed by The Faucet Nose Attack.

I was in desperate need of Nyquil.

There was none to be found in the entire house. It's good that I was up though, because I realized I hadn't made Lance's lunch, so I took care of that and put it in the refrigerator where he would find it in the morning before work. He's such a good man. I even made Snickerdoodles last night before bed so I'd have something to put in everyone's lunch today.

I crawled back into bed with tissues and waited for dawn.

After getting the rug rats off this morning, I went about the deep cleaning of the kitchen. I spent hours in there, scrubbing, wiping, cleaning, disinfecting and the like. It feels so nice to have it shiny and clean.

I'm sure my children will have it messed up again within 2.5 seconds.

I still don't have any Nyquil.

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  1. you make me want to move next door, adopt a kitten, tell your daughter to not be so readily dismissive of both your needs for affection, to look past her immediate shut down responses and explore the impulses she has to shove your hand away...and also, to walk next door and hand you nyquil and the tons of homeopathic meds i take whenever a cold swings by....

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  2. you are legend in your own lifetime, fancy cleaning when you had a prime excuse for staying in bed!
    Hope you're feeling better soon x

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  3. i ma telling you, Theraflu is the shiznit. you mix it with hot water, a little honey, a little lemon (a little....vodka.....maybe...)and it works LIKE MAGIC. tastes better than nyquil, too. unless you're using triplesec and grenadine, in which case nyquil is nice with a slice of lime and a little salt.
    really. try the theraflu.
    (())poor baby! feel better!

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  4. Anna, you are so sweet. It would be lovely to have you next door.

    Ziggi, you are too cute.

    FN, Theraflu sounds delightful, even without the alcohol (I no drinkee) I went out today and voted and then bought myself some Nyquil. Tonight, I sleep!

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